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Just a quick note to let you know that Spiritgeek.com has been changed and our blog will shortly be leaving the Blogger site and moving onto our own server with the new website.

This will also make adding the online store much easier and make it more of an integrated site for your ease and pleasure.

Thanks and Enjoy,

ॐ शान्ति शान्ति

Decisions, Blame and Joy

So much to do, so many decisions to make and questions about it all. What to do next, what direction to take, which road is the one I want to be on and is it what it appears to be?

This is my current place in life, I expected it, I think I actually wanted it and now I have it, woo-hoo!

Do not get me wrong, I am not complaining about it, much, but one thing I realized on my trip was the answer for a question that I have been asking for many years and I often hear from friends, family and clients, "What am I supposed to be doing, what direction should I be going in?" Personally, I tend to throw in the "G" card as if it makes it a more valued question and not just the bigger excuse it really is.

On rare occasions, I find that the Universe has a specific plan set up for an individual, usually it is about following a general path of character and the one thing so many of us, myself included, seem to hate; making a decision.

Some of us like to get the opinions of others and then internally shift any responsibility or blame onto those who we listened to, God gets this one a lot I am sure...  LOL

Simply put it is all our choice and our decision to make, everything, every day.

What we forget is that, as Joseph Campbell used to say, "Follow your Bliss!" Your bliss is your Spirit passing along what is the correct answer, and only becomes problematic when we ignore it.

One thing to be aware of, bliss is not always what brings the easiest or happiest path in the short-term, in fact I find that from the short view it is often the harder and more painful of the options, at least at first. Most often it is the fear we have placed into our decision making process that causes our next step to seem so difficult.

I am in one of those places right now, I want to pursue my writing; both the Spiritgeek in general, like this blog, and the work with people in one-on-one settings, but I also need to come up with that lovely stuff called cash which seems to push toward getting a more traditional job, at least in the short-term.

So while I stall in making my final decision, not really final as I can always change it, I am working on both paths to see where they both may lead in the next week or so. I am actually open to either as one appears to be more direct, but the other may just be a way of taking care of other things that I may need before the other is quite ready.

So what am I going to do? I will know soon enough, I have been getting my personal little signs, I call them my déjà vu moments so I am reasonably comfortable with where I am and what I am doing. I find my inspiration to be a great help and am SLOWLY learning to trust it.

I know that joy is mine and that all things are perfect for their time and place and as much as I like to think otherwise; that includes me. If it includes me, it includes you as well!

ॐ शान्तिशान्ति
Robert Allen

Should Religion be Abolished?

A friend of mine posted an article on his Facebook page earlier about how the self-proclaimed caliphate Islamic State of Iraq and Syria, or ISIS, is beheading Christian children.

Sadly the article's source was from a "Don't Tread On Me" website, so I am not sure just how accurate the "Christian" part is as these groups often marginalize the facts to make it more offensive to their audience. Groups like ISIS are usually nondiscriminatory in which infidels, anyone who doesn't believe the same way they do, they assault and kill.

Another friend who has become quite anti-religious due to behaviors like these and others in the name of the local "god" has often asked if maybe we should abolish religion in general as it seems to be the cause of so many of these atrocities in the world today.

I say no, not because I support any of the hateful and despicable things that man is capable of doing to his fellow man, but for two basic reasons:

1. The Truth of religious text and practices is still there, even when people manipulate and destroy the original intent for their own selfish and manipulative reasons.
   
   
2. The problem is not Religion, it is just the tool that is being used to justify and validate the evil in the hearts of these people. Take religion away and they will just find some other way to make such atrocities "OK" in their minds.

Survival of the original "Truth"/Message

Śhruti (श्रुति), the Sanskrit name for Scripture or Holy Texts, seems to hold on to its core Truths even when people and organizations attempt to change it for their own purposes; we find it in many traditions. 

I have spoken with several Imams that are sickened and disgusted with how the Quran and the Sunnah/Hadith are manipulated by many of their brothers to become this current cesspool of hatred and violence we have seen through much of the Middle East in recent years. Yes, the documents allow for fighting and such, but have you looked at the Old Testament and some of the things that it calls for and justifies? But these are things that I find have more to do with the cultural contexts of the places and times for which they were written and never actually intended to be the laws for eternity.

The Jewish Torah has laws and rules that are designed to explain a moral life from the perspective of the tail end of the Bronze Age, about 3500 years ago, from an Egyptian/Nomadic point of view. The Christian New Testament does the same thing from the time and culture of the Roman Empire and the Quran, and particularly the Sunnah and hadith, are the Arabian culture of the Seventh century.

On a personal observation, I have always found the Abrahamic traditions to be interesting in that they all find it necessary to deify some aspect of their founder or the founder's principles and the following prophet/teacher tends to decry the deification.

Tradition	Deified Aspect
Judaism	The Law of Moses
Christianity	The Founder/Teacher
Islam	The Culture of the Prophet

No matter how much manipulation has been done, the core Truth of the documents is still there and can be gleaned by careful study and contemplation thereof.

Religion is not the problem

If I thought for just a moment that the destruction of all the world's religious documents and the disbanding of the practices would solve the world's problems for even as little as five minutes, I would jump on the bandwagon and lead the burning parties myself. The hard reality is that it would be a waste of time and energy on all fronts.

Religion is not the cause of the problem, it is the scapegoat used to justify and proselytize one man's judgment and hatred for another while attempting to authorize it by calling it the "will of God."

If there were a way to remove religion from the equation completely, you would find no change, other than the validation used. Knowing most of man, I would suspect that gender, orientation, cultural ancestry, financial status or any number of silly ways we humans find to break ourselves up into "Us'" and "Them's".

By using Religion, the manipulators convince us that "God is on OUR side" so it is not only justified, but the right thing to do. The operative word above is "manipulators"; they are not concerned with anything but their own goals and objectives and the means are only the theater by which they project them upon the masses. If you took the "God" out of the equation, do you honestly think those who want power or control would not find another way to acquire it?

leaving San Francisco - tomorrow

It has been awhile since I sat down and wrote a blog entry. It takes time and energy to write a blog entry and after you have hiked 12-17 miles with a 45 lb pack on your back, energy is something you just do not have. This trip has been exhausting, but one of the best things I think I have ever done and I am within about 100 miles of completing it.

I have seriously been blown away with some of the experiences and people that I have met while doing the hike up the state of California. I have had complete strangers open their homes to me and gave one man in Santa Barbara County his first hitchhiker he had ever picked up.

There are so many directions that this trip has gone that I am not sure exactly what will be the outcome.  I have had amazing experiences as a perceived homeless person and yet had other seek me out as such to ask about what people do when I approach.

I have had some interesting conversations on religion and philosophy, a few I would say would have made an excellent college course, I will have to see if I can rebuild them in the future.

I am a city kid, I like having a million people around, just not to close, I also like privacy...  One of the biggest surprises for me is just how much I have loved walking trails through the untouched face of California.  I have had trails that were as little as three-inches wide and meandering across fields and along the side of some pretty good hills and I just found that it amazed me that a place that could harbor Los Angeles and Orange County could have such untouched beauty so nearby.

I suspect I will likely always hike after this trip, though I may see about taking trips where I can leave the 45 lb pack at home, does anyone know a good Sherpa service in central California? Hmm...

Some of the best moments have been making it across some difficult section of the trip and finally making it over or through and knowing that you did it, definitely an experience that everyone should have at least once in their life.

No, the trip is not done, the final form of the experiences have not happened as of yet, and I am not exactly sure they ever will, that is what is so great about such an experience; given the opportunity, it touches everything for the rest of your life.

To my friends and new family members that have supported this trip and me through the good days as well as some bad ones, thank you and know that your help has been invaluable and could never be forgotten.

So what is happening after the trip? I do not really know yet. About the only thing I am reasonably sure of is that I will not likely be returning to Los Angeles, there is not really much of anything there for me.  My friends and local family have almost all deserted the city and I just have not felt at home there for a while, so likely there will be new digs in the future.

I have really enjoyed visiting Santa Cruz, Monterrey and my current visiting in San Francisco. I have learned the meaning of the old statement;

The coldest winter I ever spent
was the summer I spent in San Francisco.

It gets chilly here for the last of July and start of August, but it is kind of nice actually. It would be nicer if I were sleeping in a residence, I have spent my time here living on the streets and sleeping on the side of the Mission Dolores Basilica in my sleeping bag, but it's actually kind of fun.

I think one of the biggest things I have gotten out of this is that it is "fun", it being life. I have always said, "life was meant to be an entertainment for Spirit and only in falling into the belief that it is reality do we make ourselves miserable." I have been getting many firsthand lessons in this. Trust me, if life is not about perspective, I can guarantee that this would have often been the most miserable experience of my file. I have gone through the tougher and less pleasant parts, but they are part of the tapestry, not the point of it.

Joy to all of you and think happy thoughts for me as I leave San Francisco tomorrow and head to San Rafael and then on to Sonoma and the final mission and the end of the El Camino Real.

leaving Carpinteria

I was so wiped last night when I arrived at Carpinteria State Beach. They told me that they were full on the Hike and Bike and I was just crushed, of course it was the 4^th of July and EVERYONE and their brother was out. Fortunately, when we went to double check, there was plenty of space, so I got to tent and sleep for the night. See the 2014/07/04 video for just how bad I looked (not sure what the hell happened to the audio).

Yesterday was definitely California Wildlife Day... I saw enough lizards and some amazing birds, but the large snake sleeping on the path I was on and trying to get around without bothering him, that put me on edge for a bit.

I have been keeping a collection of maps of my routes for later reference, but yesterdays is totally screwed, thanks Google Maps. Some of the bike paths are not listed on Google and when it put me into "Map Editor" I could not make heads or tails out of it, so I did the best I could and made notes for myself.

There was a section of the hiking yesterday that ran on the 101 freeway, fortunately they have a line of K-Rails to separate the traffic from the bike-lanes. Even with them there, a bit unnerving to walk along.

I am trying to do some video a bit each day, I think they are going to get pretty messy, but supposedly that is what people want. Well, if I go to far, forgive me and tell me.

On leaving Buenaventura on the 3^rd, I had a Park Ranger totally screw me up.  As tends to happen when I get to a beach that has camping, I end up walking from one end to the other to check in and often go back to the start to setup. Well at Emma Wood State Beach I get to the far side (it is REALLY far) and it is starting to get dark. I stopped at the kiosk and see that they do have "Hike and Bike", so I ask him about signing in. He tells me that you have to go to the group site and that is all the way at the other end, go out of the park, cross the bridge and then get on the path on the ridge and follow it.

I had just come in that way. So unless he was sending me all the way back to Buenaventura, where Main St ends at the paths, he was full of it. First, there is a kiosk there, it was not manned. I am not walking all the way back there, so I followed it back to the bridge and took the ridge route back up along the trailer camping area and found a great spot to sleep, or so I thought...

What is it with me and ants?

After about an hour, I started feeling like my skin was crawling, when I turned on the light on my phone, I was right in the middle of a swarm of ants, again! Fortunately, I have found a little trick; I have this mosquito repellant that is made from lemon eucalyptus and ants don't seem to like it either. So I sprayed a little around the edge of the tarp and they left me alone for the most part.

Next Segment concerns

I am a touch concerned about the upcoming segment from Mission Santa Barbara to Mission Santa Inez. There are a few routes I can take, but they are all going to take around three-days and I do not really have much in between them. The most direct route has San Marcos Pass Rd connecting them via Lake Cachuma but there is not much in the way of road shoulder and people FLY down that street. The other way is a bit longer, but is pretty barren from what I have heard, I will be pretty on my own for most of it.

Once I pass Mission Santa Ines, I am in uncharted territory for me. I have never been north of Solvang in California so it will be a totally new thing. I have been told that this part of the trip will be beautiful.

Oh well, I find that I am stalling, I need to get my ass in gear. The phone is charged, last nights video is uploaded and the battery unit is well along on its way to being charged. I really should get going and be ready to guerrilla camp this evening. So Ta!

Suddenly all I want to do is take a nap, talk about stalling...

Robert

The West Valley and Santa Susana Pass

OK, lets start with the down side of the last two days...

1. San Fernando Rd from Burbank to Mission Hills
   What a desolate road to walk along.  If you were to call Central Casting and ask for the most boring piece of road in the history of the planet, I suspect San Fernando Road would definitely get a call back. With the right angles, you could cast this street as any lonely highway through the desert.
   
   
2. Devonshire St across the Valley
Mostly residential and mainly middle to upper-middle class, there is just no life to this street and on a warm Valley day, well it could give Dracula a run on it's ability to suck the life out of living beings (of course it may just be that I don't like the Valley, Fer Shuure).

Mission San Fernando Rey de España

I had been to this mission once before, I cannot remember exactly why or when.  I arrived late Sunday evening and it was too late to get my passport stamped so I was going to have to spend the night.

Now tell me just how crazy this is, I actually called LAPD and told them what I was doing and that I needed to crash, where could I go and not be harassed for it. I had a very nice officer that not only offered to pray for the success of my quest, but basically told me that unless someone called to complain, anywhere was pretty much fine.

I asked about the park, unlike other LA Parks, there was no notice about hours and trespassing, so I thought it was worth checking.  He said that unless they had a complaint about something they would not be checking the park, so not only did I find a decent place to crash, but I found a spot with no sprinklers to worry about.  Sore butt was another issue!

In the morning I wanted to clean up before I went to the mission and there was a bathroom in the park to use. Now I have been asked on several cases about sleeping and bathing, so let me tell you that for the most part you can clean up anywhere if you have a washcloth, I do, soap, supplied or your own, and a sink of any kind. What I had not thought about was how to wash my hair; I did not have a cup and trying to use one of my water bottles was a recipe for frustration, so I decided to see if I could fit my big-assed head into this little sink, with a few bumps, bruises and words I am not going to repeat here, I determined I could and managed to de-skunk myself, sadly the question turned out to be, for what.

I went over to the mission and there were two ladies working the desk, one around 18-20 and an older lady who was definitely in charge. I asked if she would stamp my passport and she told me that there was a $5 charge for the museum and then basically threatened to withhold my stamp until I coughed up the money. I just didn't have it on me.

Though this weekend had been an interesting experience with people who were definitely the priests of the temple of money.

On this trip and with the warming weather, I do not take any chances with my water supply.  I keep two one-liter bottles on my pack and when the opportunity comes up to top them off, I do.  Most of the time I ask if I can get water, from fast-food restaurants, 7-Elevens, the occasional liquor store and/or gas stations, basically any place that has a soda dispenser because they most often do have a plain water dispenser (strange, who knew?).

I had a lady at a 7-Eleven tell me it would cost me 75¢ for about 16-ounces and at a small liquor store the gentleman said that the sink does not work, and yet he was drying a plate as I walked in, large industrial kitchen sink in the back of the joint. A few other places just looked at me as if I were speaking a different language.

None of these were huge impositions, so I really did not concern myself with it, but when I got to the mission and this woman tried to extort me for the five-dollars, I just thought (I think out loud), "How commercial."

Starbucks and Santa Susanna Pass

I was about to start the cross out of the valley via the Santa Susana Pass, but since I was not exactly sure how long this would take and my phone needed a charge, I stopped at the local Starbucks, Lassen and Topanga Canyon.

As luck would have it, one of my back-up batteries was taking its dear sweet time to the point I finally decided to just take what charge I had and get going.  Santa Susana Pass has a bit of a reputation for crazed drivers and some of its most remembered guests were the Manson Family while staying on the old Spahn Ranch in 1968, apparently the energy is still there.

I had been talking with some of the staff and what my plan was when Klarissia informed me that there was a bit more danger than I had anticipated and gave me details on where and how far to go to be safe.  She then asked if I would like a ride to someplace that she was sure I could camp the night as she lived in the area. I said sure (what, you thought I was going to say no?).

Here is one of those places where the Universe likes to mess with me.  As I was setting up the tent and getting ready to crash in short order, a young couple came walking toward me and asked what I was up to. I did not get a threatening vibe, so I explained that a friend had recommended the location for a one-night camp. They told me that I was right out in the open and some of the local homeless might mess with me and that it might be better to go behind the treeline.

My experience in such situations over the years is that people tend to get concerned when you look like you are trying to hide, so I tend to be right out in the open and it puts them at ease since nothing sketchy is possible.  We also talked about my trip a little and they decided that I was ok and they would go intercede on my behalf so that no one would mess with me. Cool!

About 15 minutes later, they came by again to inform me that the police would likely be coming by sometime in the morning as the group that lived further back had been given an eviction and tomorrow was the day they would be there to remove them, great...

Well, either the date was off, or I just happened to leave before the police showed up, but I got my first horizontal sleeping done in about a week and I got to use my tent, I like my tent, weird? I also managed to do some dreaming, my first on this trip, not anything I could make sense of, but dreaming none the less.

Ventura and Mission San Buenaventura

So today I am in Ventura and fellow El Camino Walker has opened his home to me for a short respite. I am finding my feet in much better shape than they have been and I have decided to take tomorrow off and continue on to Mission San Buenaventura on Thursday morning.  It is only about six or seven miles away and supposed to be an absolutely lovely walk. Then I start heading up the coast for Santa Barbara and all points north.

I am entering into an interesting phase of the trip.  I have been to Mission Santa Barbara and Mission Santa Inés, in Solvang, but I have never been further north in California than that, all unexplored country for me, a new beginning and a new place. I officially exit the known for the unknown and I am looking forward to it.

See you soon,

Robert

from Mission San Fernando

I have people who want me to write more while I am on this trip, I am trying, but the simple fact is that after you have trudged 12-15 miles while carrying 45 pounds of "stuff" in your pack and, strangely, there have not been that many places to plug in and get online near my daily stops, it is hard to write, little less get it out.

I am trying some new things, my blog has an app, why does that scare me?

Most of my writing has been in a little journal app on my iPhone.

The other part is that this first two weeks has been extremely tough and painful and I don't want to come off as a whiny child (trust me, I have been one a LOT this week).  My feet hurt, well duh! I have noticed that my legs and butt are looking amazing, too bad that I now have too much skin on them, maybe it will tighten up (please please please).  The rest of my weight loss is out of my face and my gut seems to be about normal for me (DAMN! LOL).

Other than the gut part, I expected the rest. This is a huge transition for me.  I have been a fairly sedentary type of guy living in the usual LA way, TV, driving, pretty much an easygoing lifestyle.

I have been surprised by how little I actually miss certain things:

• I do not really miss TV, I thought I would; God knows I spent enough time in front of it.
  
• I am not really missing the banal BS conversations that make up the majority of Angelino-speak.  When I talk to people, they are actually interested in what I am saying and I am interested in their words.
  
• My feet hurt from the walking, but I do not really miss driving and definitely not missing traffic and the insanity that passes for "safe driving".

Not so surprising is what I do miss:

• Showers - regular showers
• Nice bed with sheets
• Climate controlled environments
• Sleeping lying down - see below...

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Guerrilla Camping

One of the things I am getting used to, especially the last few days crossing Orange and LA Counties is what I refer to as Guerrilla Camping. This is the art of finding places where you can sleep at night without being harassed or, in some cases, arrested.

When looking for a place to sleep, you want something out of site, not particularly well lit (not a problem for me as I have the straw hat) and someplace the cops will either not see or not care.  I spoke to LAPD last night about this and their response was that even in public space, other than parks, as long as no one calls to complain, they really don't worry about it.

Parks are a different story as they often have posted hours, so after those hours you are officially trespassing. Even then, unless they have some reason to go in, the odds are that you are likely ok, but it is a risk.

I have noticed that the police do not seem to bother you for sleeping in public spaces at night if you are upright. I am learning how to sleep sitting up with my pack behind me. The toughest part is that after a while, your butt really hurts because the ground tends to be hard and uneven, so it wakes me every hour or so to shift, oh well...

The one thing that I have become aware of is the great mystery of sprinklers. You never know if and when they are going to go off and the last thing one wants is everything one owns soaking from a poorly timed sleep session.

The other night I had found this space and was so tired that I almost did not worry about my tarp. I had bought this tarp for under my tent, but it has been more useful for this than anything else...

The way this works is like this, I open up a little less than half of it (I should have bought a larger one) and put my pack in the fold and then take the rest over the pack and then over me.  I sleep on one end of it and the opposite end acts like a blanket of sorts. 

So the other night, I set this up and at 5:00am, suddenly I heard the dreaded sound of water heading into the sprinkler system. Thanks to having taken the time to set it up, my boots got a little wet and that was basically it, I and everything else was dry.

The other aspect of Guerrilla Camping that takes some getting used to is something close to public bathing.  When you do not have anywhere else to clean up, you clean up where you can, park restrooms are not the easiest to work with sometimes, but water and walls are about all one really needs, assuming you brought a washcloth and a towel.

Am I spotless? Oh Hell no! I am reasonably clean and feeling like I might actually pass for something akin to civilized.

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So this is the practical things I have been dealing with and I think I have at least a passing grade.

On a more metaphysical/Spiritual level, I have been practicing a form of walking meditation that allows me to be somewhat conscious of what is happening around me while focusing on my meditation.  I'll write about that later.

I have some other things that I am working on, this trip has been something of an eyeopener when it comes to some of the contradictions that make up our society, but that is going to take a while to write the way it should be, give me time...

Blessings all!

Robert

Mission San Juan Capistrano

OK, what can you say about Mission San Juan Capistrano?

Well, it's being restored beautifully and the entrance made me think more of a hotel than a historical sight.  Well my guide book did say they were "public ready" so I guess I should have expected it.

I didn't get to take the tour, just to tired to do all the walking and I needed to start working on the next leg of my trip, four to five days walking across Orange County to get to San Gabriel.

Now my OC friends will not exactly love this, but I have never really been a fan of the OC.  I find it over-planned and over-developed and large chucks of it could be picked up and dropped into another area and no one would even notice.

So it looks like I'm going to be going through Mission Viejo, Irvine, Santa Ana, Orange, Anaheim, Brea, Whittier, Monterey Park and into San Gabriel.  Can we say FUN FUN FUN?!?

One route suggestion had me walking PCH to Huntington Beach and then walking Beach Blvd all the way up.  OK, I was saying about boring?  I've nearly fallen asleep driving on Beach Blvd so a few days walking it just does not ring my bell.  Ha ha ha, Robert makes an El Camino Real joke.

This is the beginning of the leg that I am most not wanting to do.  I go WAY inland and not a lot of non-city to deal with, so I see a lot of strip malls, residences and the usual urban sprawl for at least a couple of weeks, approximately 143 miles, a bit over double what I have done so far (not counting the bus across Camp Pendleton).

I am hoping my feet get their act together and let me increase my mileage, I have been averaging about 12 mile a day and I would like to get that up to 20-25. When your feet say, "ENOUGH" you either stop or seriously pay for it later.

I was reading something online that may help, had to do with taking the boots off and letting my feet breath and dry more often, I have been avoiding that since it takes me SO long to get them back on and the best times for me to do such things, Starbucks breaks, etc, they really frown on my running around barefoot.  Oh well...

Had a potential problem, when I stopped in Oceanside for a day off at the RV Park, when I took the tent down on Sunday, one of my poles had a bubble right smack dab in the middle of the segment.  Of course it then broke when I set the tent up last night, fortunately there was a Big 5 on the way. Unfortunately, the direct route has a "No Pedestrians" section so I had to work a detour, no to bad.

So, I get to the Big 5 Sporting Goods - Capistrano Beach and I ask the helpful associate if we can solve my tent issue.  Since I bought it at the Culver City store and I don't have the receipt he cannot replace the tent.  I don't want to replace the tent, but maybe one of the pole sets.

The best he can think of is to sell me a replacement pole segment which looks to long and we are not sure it will fit.  He grabs a box of my tent from the shelf, strangely open on both ends, and takes it and the spare to the Store Manager, Nick. Nick is not sure if the replacements will work, but when we tell him what happened with the original set, he tips the box and out slides the poles from this open tent, he hands them to me and says have a safe trip!  Nick is my new Customer Service God!

So, I'm waiting for my emergency battery to finish charging, but I'm kind of wanting to get out of here.  I want to get a couple of miles in and I am burning daylight.  It should be nearly complete and I can always finish at the next Starbucks I run across and it charges my phone at least four or five cycles before draining itself (thanks Mr. G!).

Anyhow, enough rambling, I need to finish this up and post it so I can be ready to get out of here when they close in a half-hour.  Later!

Made it to Encinitas!

I am SO tired, but I managed to make it to Encinitas.

Spent the night in UCSD's "park" and woke up freezing about 2am. I was really fine, but I had taken my shoes and socks off to give my feet a breather, not such a great idea...

I was to tired to fight with finding clean socks to put on, so I just put the pair from yesterday back on and slid on my boots and went back to sleep.  I stayed like that till about 8am, a miracle for me as of late.

I had hoped to make Torrey Pines last night, didn't quite make it, but it turns out that when I came out from the UCSD campus I was there (well the street at least).  Not real far down the road was the park, beautiful! A park employee saw me working on a couple of blisters I have developed and came over to confirm that I wasn't setting up camp.  I told him it would be a beautiful place for it, but it's to early in the day and I am hoping to make it to Encinitas.

Oops, just found out that my coffee house here, Surfdog's Java Hut, is closing in a few minutes, so I am going to have to continue this later...  Sorry!

So today it begins...

Yesterday I finally made it out of the house and finished the last of the details. Of course I had to forget something, this time it was the hat, a major no-no for 2 months of hiking in the California sun.  I managed to pick it up and make it to the new, to me at least, Culver City Expo Line Station looking like this...

I didn't make it to San Diego till about 10:30pm and by the time I had taken the Green Trolley to the Mission are, it would have been too late to hunt for a place to camp for the night.  I thought about ringing the bell at the Mission, but even monks like to sleep, or so I thought.  I found a Hostel/Hotel, the 500 West Hotel, like two blocks from the station and just the other side of the Trolley station, it was a bit late and I had some work to do before sleeping, so I spent a little extra and got a room, or in this case, a large closet.  It is definitely no-frills flying, but I like it.  (Definitely ask for the Amtrak special)

Part of this journey for me is the walking away from all the "things" thatI have allowed to take such an impressively prominent role in my existence, not sure why, but they do make the time pass quickly.
 
It's kind of interesting as I got up this morning, I looked out of the window onto Broadway from 3 floors up and just started to watch the people as they walked past on the way to whatever it is they are up to, after a bit, I had to stop, it was getting depressing, all so somber and not "here" on such a beautiful morning that was just begging to be noticed.

OK, maybe I'm looking at it from a different pair of eyes, I have started to step out of the "norm" and it causes one to see things differently. I am also willing to admit that I am definitely in the minority on how this all works, but I wonder if my view that gives so many opportunities to enjoy this existence is really so wrong when at least it allows for joy in my life, when I watch the "normal" I do not often see joy or happiness.  It reminds me of something my great-grandfather used to say, "The only difference between a rut an a grave is a matter of depth."

I am the first to admit that I am going through MAJOR withdrawal of all the stimulus and intrusions upon peace for the entertainment of the mind. I turned of my cable and internet off on Friday and last weekend sucked, but it helped me get ready for what starts today.  Fortunately my "room" did not have a television so I had no opportunity to "get a fix"...  LOL

I will say that the fear that has practically paralyzed me the last week or so seriously started to subside as soon as I got on the Metro yesterday and I feal better today than I have in quite a while. So I'm going to shut down here, go back upstairs after I finish my breakfast and start to the Mission and get my passport and start heading for my first goal, Self-Realization Fellowship's Encinitas Hermitage, Retreat & Gardens, about 26 miles of walking.  I was hoping to do it in a day, but I will be quite pleased if I make it half-way since it is my first day and while the temperature is nice, low-70's, the humidity is a touch oppressive. We will see what happens, plus there is no real required date and time for this trip, I am literally placing myself at the disposal of the Universe.

Later!

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The California El Camino Real in June

I have been trying to figure out how to notify my friends, family, clients and readers about my upcoming life event.  I have never really been much of a PR type, so I guess I don't really think much about such things.

I wrote a letter to a dear friend and when a couple of others read it, they both seemed to think it explained things very well.  The person who it was sent to has promised to give me a detailed response on Monday, so I am waiting for that...

So I am copying a slightly edited version here, leaving out personal information only, I hope this explains what I am trying to do and why I will be a little out of touch for the next 6-8 weeks.

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Blessed Be!
ॐ शान्ति शान्ति

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Hey ---,

Got busy running errands and trying to finalize details for my trip.

I started looking for a job, but was having difficulty figuring out more about what I wanted, other than NOTHING in the Limo biz… LOL It became fairly apparent to me that I was really just looking for something to do until I figured out what I really wanted. The only thing I really wanted was to follow my Spiritgeek path and try to reconnect with what seems to have gotten lost over the years.

Now that I think about it, I have realized that I didn't loose it, but I suspect that I put it away for safe-keeping while I explored this world from the perspective of the majority. I've always suspected that we are most often so unhappy because we never really learned to be happy. There's a certain amount of truth in that, but I have also come to realize through the last 25 years or so that we are addicted to our misery and we, obviously, do not have to be. So for me, it is now time for me to reclaim what I have put away and figure out how to pass that along, or determine that I am barking up the wrong tree and find it is only a symptom of the real problem, possible…

The first thing that I need to do, is to shed this addiction and the persona that it has created and return to the "I" (pardon the awkward grammar but I suspect you know what I mean). The opportunity has presented itself and I just "know" that I need to do it now, or it will never happen. I started getting hints from the Universe, the largest being a resurgence of a long-held wish to just walk, get away from everything that I have allowed myself to be addicted to, it's like heroine really. I have thought about walking across the Southern US for years, planned half-a-dozen routes from LA to Ma's Ashram in Florida. I would still like to take that trip, but I fear the first 1000 miles of desert to start, especially in the Late Spring and Early Summer.

The El Camino Santiago in Spain, the Way of St. James, made several appearances in my life from books to television mentions. If you are not familiar with it, it's a 500 mile trek across Northern Spain that has been followed for over a thousand years. If I had the money, I would like to have walked the El Camino Santiago, so I figured that until I can, I would do something a bit more local, it will just have to wait till later. I was going to just walk up the coastline when a friend recommended doing the Mission Trail Friar Serra took with the California Mission System he founded from San Diego to Sonoma.

I'm going to document the trip and stop at several related places along the way, SRF's Hermitage in Encinitas, the Mother Kali Temple in Laguna and other religious and spiritual locations on the way and currently plan to end my journey in Nevada City, CA about 150 miles Northeast of Sonoma at Ananda Village, founded by Kriyananda, a student of Paramahansa Yogananda. That part has not been decided on as of yet.

--- has offered to help me monetize the trip if I document it. As he put it, "Do this to reclaim your life, then let's allow it to pay for your life." So I have help on that part.

There are a few benefits for doing the Mission Trail, I have a stop every few days, the longest gap between missions would be about 3-4 days so I can check in regularly even if no other locations present themselves en route.

I really need some time away from "my life" and the more I think about it, the more I am looking forward to it. I expect it to be one of the most difficult and testing things I have ever done, but I'm open to the Universe making it a bit easier at its discretion. LOL

The putting together of the resources has been an interesting experience in guidance from above. I have bought several items for the trip and just picked up the one that seemed or felt right. I started to get some "buyers remorse" since I was putting my life in the hands of some of these items, so I started researching them. I have been consistently blown away with how fantastic the reviews on the items have been, all high praise from people who camp and hike regularly. You would think I actually knew what the hell I was doing…

Also, several other "hints" have presented themselves to me as of late. Nearly everyone that I call family is having an exodus from Los Angeles and I have been ready to go elsewhere for a while, just no idea where that would be. I am still contemplating that, but a couple of possibilities have presented themselves already.

On a more practical note, I know this sounds insane. We are taught to be part of a system that I have never really been a part of, just playing the game and it has gotten extremely tedious. If I honestly thought that I could be what I know I have within and still be as integrated in traditional life, I would be more than happy to do it, I suspect it would be much easier on my feet.

I have been trying to do both for several years now and have just been feeling more and more trapped in what I know to be false.

[...]I suspect it should only be a few months, the walk is going to take about 2, unless I run into a collection of spiritual adventures along the way and I suspect that I will land on my feet if I am truly following Source.

Blessings of (Apparent) Disaster

I found this in my drafts folder, from several months ago, like last October.  Well, it seems that I had not learned my lesson as of yet, it was a disaster, but before we get into that, look at how it started...

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I know, I am running a bit late with this posting, but I wanted to let the Universe finish what it was doing for me before I started spreading around too much of the energy into the world, a friend calls it the Law of Silence.

So, if you read my posts (see "Blessings in Disaster" post, Sept 16, 2013), you know that I and my former employer were not having a great time and I "officially" got fired on September 13^th, a Friday (see, it IS a lucky day). I cannot say that I was particularly upset, I was pretty sure I was on my way out the door shortly anyway and it actually did save me that "talk" where you give notice and spend two-weeks in that awkward place of being at work, but on the way out.

In steps the Universe to see if I have learned my lesson from the last time I went through this about three years ago.

The following Monday, I went by my old office and picked up my last check and had a conversation with the Office Manager where we discussed that I had no hard feelings. In fact, I like the guy who fired me, in a social context, but I just cannot see submitting myself to his way of running his company. After leaving, I headed to the bank to deposit my check. As I was crossing the parking lot a loud bang was heard from my passenger front wheel area. I pulled over and took a look, and could not see anything wrong.

When I started to move the car though, it was apparent that something was not right, a loud grinding noise could be heard coming from the same wheel and things were not good. I parked the car and took care of my business at the bank and decided to take the car to my neighborhood mechanic, about 4 blocks away.

The car said, "No!" and the grinding became seriously worse. I pulled over, parked and called for a tow.

When the tow arrived, he asked me to back the car a bit so he could lift it. I managed to get about 3 feet in reverse when the front end of the car took a dip on that side. When I got out and took a look, the wheel looked like Doc Brown's DeLorean on takeoff at the end of the first "Back to the Future."

I was in a bit of a quandary, I love my car, but I just lost my job, have limited funds and a potential killer of a repair bill coming. I had decided that I could afford $400-$600 to fix, any more than that and I may have to pass on it. When the shop called me later, I was glad to hear it would be $522 (should I have said $200-$300?).

This was when I was sure that I was going through a test, would I allow financial panic to make me run back to a toxic situation that I just could not handle anymore, would I lunge at the first job that came along, or would I listen to intuition and follow where the Universe was trying to guide me.

It is at times like these that we often find out where our friends are in their paths to growth, I know that all the people that seemed to be trying to turn me into a huddling mass of quivering fear meant well, they love me (OK, they like me and a few barely manage to tolerate me). I am also aware that a fair amount of the fear they were radiating was not really about and for me, but where they would respond if they were in my shoes.

I am often amazed how much of our day-to-day interaction and response to others is not really about the "others", but ourselves, that is another blog entry for another time.

Being a reasonably responsible person, I filed for Unemployment as a safety measure and started looking for a job (yes, I did take a week off to de-stress and have a little me time for a change). I had a few responses but nothing that really caught my eye and definitely nothing that caused Spirit to react.

After a week or two, I decided to start hitting up the restaurants that might have need of waiting staff, I used to enjoy waiting tables many years ago and I am very good with most people. I had started following my "application plan" when I received a call from a friend of a friend that was looking for a dispatcher.

Before I could reach the person who had referred me, the person with the job offer called again. I told him that I was not really planning on getting back into the limousine industry, he asked me why and I told him that my last few companies had all managed to suck all the fun out of doing something that I actually enjoy. He said he understood, he had been in the same place a few times over the years, but that the company he was calling for was a potentially unique situation. We spoke a little more and he asked if I would send him a resumé.

About 15 minutes later, I received a call asking if I would be available for an interview later that day, I said sure and we scheduled an appointment. I hate interviews; I always feel nervous, self-conscious and gawky. This interview was the exact opposite, I was mostly at ease, confident and feeling really good about it (Lynn Grabhorn would call it a "warm and fuzzy"). I walked out with a new job, well at least as soon as corporate finished processing my background check.

Due to the usual HR person being temporarily unavailable, it took a little longer than usual, but I started six days later and it looks to be an amazing opportunity in an environment that I find extremely to my liking.

There are some other details of other aspects of how it all came together that I cannot disclose publicly, but they blow my mind.

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As hard as we fight it, all things happen in our lives for reasons we often do not get, though to be direct, most are not looking. If we are a "victim" of our lives, it is not because the Universe has it in for us, it is either a choice we made, consciously or otherwise, or the repercussion of action we have already put forth.

My last few "jobs" in the limo biz in LA are a perfect example. No matter how many times I go through this, I seem to be a touch slow getting the point. I do not even want to admit how many times I have repeated this same lesson. Don't get me wrong, the problem is not the universe, it is me. I know what the lessons involved are, I have bored my friends to death going over it again and again, my bad (thanks for putting up with my less than stellar performance)!

I could go into the details of what happened this time, LOL, but they are not really that important. What is important is that the same general pattern occurred and its level of difficulty was exponentially more, what was I expecting?

In the final analysis, the details are not the point, they are only the method by which I was shown the lesson, again. Once again it was just more painful than the last time, pain does really seem to be our favorite method to learn by.

I think I have it down this time, but then I have said this before and panicked when the final came along shortly thereafter. Hope springs eternal!